Bridge may ice in cold weather

Whenever I leave the house for a trip by myself (which I am able to do fairly often), my husband always gets irritated when I call him shortly after I leave.

I never understood why, until today.

I was in my pj's this morning, working on some very important stuff, ahem, when my daughter called me about five minutes after she had left for school.

She doesn't ever do that because #1, she's not supposed to be on her phone while she's driving and #2, there would be no need to call me right after she's left the house unless there was a problem. (See irritated husband above.)

"Mom, I got in a wreck, but I'm ok, I'm ok."

Immediately, my brain shut itself off and I couldn't think of what to do. After a few seconds of her assuring me that she was fine, I found some clothes to throw on and headed out to find her.
I don't know if you've checked the weather in North Texas lately, but it's been pretty much wet and icy for the past 24 hours. Her school was delayed until 10 am, and when my husband went to work this morning he said the roads were fine. Because of that, I wasn't worried about her at all.

Not that worrying would have helped, but I am SO VERY THANKFUL that she wasn't hurt.

(Apparently, she fish-tailed when she hit the ice, spun around once, and hit the wire railing on the inside of the highway. Thank you, Jesus, for the wire railing that was added this summer. And thank you that there weren't any other cars around when she was sliding all over the road!!)

A very kind lady stopped to wait with her until I arrived. (Thank you kind stranger!) She also called 911, but they never showed up. Probably because there were three other accidents on the same road at the same time, and there were guys pouring salt on the roads as well.

Ya think maybe that would have helped earlier this morning??

When I showed up on the scene, I jumped out of my car and I know the girl waiting with my K thought I was nuts. I forgot my shoes, I washed my hair last night and didn't dry it (which means it looked fabulous), and I was wearing pajama pants with a jacket.

K was too shaken up to drive her car again today, so I left it there, picked up my husband from work, dropped him off at her car so he could take it home, took her to school, went home to pick him up, and brought him back to work.

It was not the morning I had planned, but I am so very thankful for the Lord's protection. I pray over my daughter every morning and every time she gets in her car. She is fine, the car is fine, and we are blessed.

Originally posted December 2008 @ Mom in Transition